There's a bird singing outside my window. It's 63 degrees out there. I wish I could go on a picnic. I hate homework. A LOT.
Journal: February 2006 Archives
Why is there no such thing as drunken yoga? When I have been drinking, I am much more aware of what my body is doing. Unfortunately, I am not as good at controlling it, but if the point of yoga is to be aware of one's body.. alcohol would seem to help me.
Going out tonight. Plans undetermined.
Next week: crazy. Three tests = sad times, no posting.
I went home this weekend. I really like going home sometimes. I can be sure that everyone there adores me, except Rosco. That dog loves to ignore me, unless I am throwing the ball for him, which is about .01% of the time. Anyway, it was kind of tough going to get home, because it was snowing hard and the roads were wet for the first two hours leaving Memphis. It was weird seeing the cotton fields covered in snow. I don't think Southerners handle bad weather very well: I saw quite a few vehicles with TN or AL or AR plates going probably 75 mph on the interstate: I, on the other hand, was poking along in the right lane around 55 mph, because of my desire not to crash into things. The visibility was very bad. Once I got past Cape Girardeau, though, everything was dry and mild and generally pleasant driving weather.
Yesterday I did the Billy's Bootcamp ab workout with my brother, and was expecting him to wimp out early and often but he didn't. He's been doing ab workouts daily since I left, and he is really getting very strong and in good shape. His biceps are gigantor.
Later in the evening, my mom and Ty and I saw Brokeback Mountain, which was very beautiful but very sad. I recommend it. Even if you think you'll be uncomfortable (which you probably will be, and not just during the love scenes, but there are also hate scenes which made me want to curl up under my seat), go. It's worth it.
P.S. If you are in Springfield and see my friend Kristen, give her a hug of encouragement and love.
Poor Keeb. She had kind of a bad prelude to her birthday: someone stole her rabbits from their cages outside her house, can you believe that? Who does such a thing? *shakes head* Despite the bad start, it sounds like it got back on track. She opened her present from me: two Napoleon Dynamite shot glasses and something I thought was a regular board game, but turned out to be a drinking game. Oh well, I guess it still fits within the genre of 21st Birthday Presents.
I have a couple of things to talk about on here, but for whatever reason (my guess would be the 7 hours of homework I did and the hardcore yoga class), I'm dropping off to sleep, so I'm going to hit the sack. If I get a spare half-hour I'll type up something.
